Novel & Cerita The Don's Counterfeit Heart

But I tried again and again, with nothing but a cheap tube of super glue and desperate obsession. Every tiny fragment sliced my fingertips like a razor. Blood dripped onto the manuscript, mixing with the ink to form dark red stains. I glued it piece by piece, as if I could mend my own shattered heart along with it. When the first ray of sunlight streamed through the blinds, I heard footsteps. The lock on the door turned. A man in a black suit stood in the doorway, his eyes as cold and hard as stone. "The Don wants to see you," he said flatly. "Immediately."

To repay Victor for saving my life, I gave up a brilliant career as one of America's finest neurosurgeons and willingly became his trophy wife. For seven years, Victor lavished money on me and treated me with bone-deep tenderness. Yet his obsessive rules suffocated me. Every other week, I had to subject my scalp to agonizing bleach treatments to keep my hair icy platinum. I had to bathe in a discontinued Venetian white iris perfume. And I had to wear a fake beauty mark at the corner of my right eye. I once mistook it all for the obsessive devotion of a Mafia Don. Then, on the eve of our wedding of the century, I found a wall covered with portraits of another woman. The measurements of my gow

I voiced out my worry for the first time as I noticed his shocked state. "Other women? Babe you are the only woman my heart beats for, my wife, my joy, so stop getting worked up over unnecessary stuffs, I promise you no woman will ever take your place in my heart" he said as I only nodded. ***************** Richard POV I aimed the gun at the heart of the wooden sculpture before releasing the bullet. "Perfect" Donald exclaimed as he claimed his hands. "Let me guess, you've not been in your right frame of mind since we get here, I noticed from the way you've been wasting bullets on sculptures, what's going on bro?" Donald said as I sat down on the field while loading my gun with bullets

"Sarah, did you enjoy our little performance? Your pitiful escape looked just like a stray dog." So she had seen me. "I hear your body can't handle the artificial heart - all that coughing blood and chest pain must be awful. You can't even properly enjoy a man's touch. I'm different though. I can handle even the most intense positions. You may be useless, but your heart works perfectly - I just had such a good time with it." "You dared to mate my step-son, thinking he actually loved you? Stop dreaming. His heart belongs to me alone. You're nothing but a used heart donor vessel to me."

I just nodded softly while tears streamed down my face. The next day, as soon as we sat down in the auction hall, I spotted Nina dressed as a server, carefully weaving through the crowd with a tray of drinks. I glanced at Dante, but he kept looking straight ahead, not sparing her a single glance. Soon enough, there was a commotion from Nina's direction. Several rich brats had cornered Nina, taunting her with crude jokes. "Well, if it isn't our dear Ms. Nina Lace. You stabbed Dante in the back back then, but now that he's become the mafia Don living in glory. Someone must be feeling pretty regretful, right?”

Of all the places he should be now, this was not the best. "Wow, Josh," Don exclaimed. "If it isn't his assistant himself." Josh, I guessed, was Don's assistant and also the one who led me in here. The look in Don's eyes was almost manic, and I could tell that he was on a killing spree. He lifted his gun towards Antonio. Now that I wasn't going to have. In a swift motion, I pointed my gun at Josh, and luckily for me, Don was looking away. I pulled the trigger, and Josh screamed.

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to

I will have to go closer. I swallow down a large lump in my throat before I move closer to the Don’s bed. He is so pale, his skin looks waxy, and his eyes are still sunken in. There is dry blood around his nose and mouth. I just cannot tell if he is breathing, so I go right up to his bed. He looks dead. I cannot see him breathing at all. I bring my finger up to his nose to feel for any air escaping. Just then his eyes pop open and I scream so loud, I am sure the entire army outside must have heard me. I clasp my hands over my mouth. I want to run, but the sight in front of me has me frozen. The Don starts mumbling incoherent words and reaches his hand out to me. It breaks my heart to see suc

Don said, and his words made the other werewolf really sad and angry. "...I will like to see your heart Carlos, if it's even beating." Don said, and throw away the heart on the ground. "...Okay! Tell me, where is the girl?" Don ask him. "...Where is she? I can smell her around her, but she isn't here. Where did you hide her?" Don ask again. "...You don't have any business with her, it's just me. So leave her alone." Carlos said to him, and pick up a tree vine from the ground.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.